The next few Sundays looked the same. Each week I was presented with an opportunity to tell them more about my faith but each week, I responded with a one-word answer. After a month of this happening, my siblings caught on. They noticed that instead of cramming for a test on Sunday night, I was at church. They called me anything from “church freak” to “soon-to-be-nun.”
It was annoying. It was irritating. It was frustrating.
These are not major things. They are tiny, annoying things that piled up one after another. There are greater tragedies in the world, for sure, but that doesn't mean that I still didn't feel like throwing my hands up and wallowing in my own misery.
But then I remembered something.
Sometimes it seems like our whole lives are spent waiting. We wait for our family members to get out of the bathroom in the morning, we wait for our pop-tarts to toast, we wait in traffic, we wait in the lunch line . . . and it's still only noon.
Step up and be a leader. It's easy to participate if the year's activities are planned out and all you have to do is show up. But do you have what it takes to work with the youth minister and other members to plan community service and prepare faith formation? It takes commitment and perseverance, especially if you know only a few people will be at meetings.
So it's almost Advent – a time of preparation. In other words, a time of waiting. I don't know about you, but whenever I have to wait around somewhere for a while, I start to notice things I'd never see otherwise. Whether it's the doctor's office or a train station, when we are forced to sit and wait – we can see an entirely different world. Sometimes it's just noticing the quiet of nature, or the subtle sounds of what's going on around us.